Bnha TTS
Chapter 21: many perspectives.
Above a burning world a small fleet of imperial ships traded blows with with orbiting ork Roks and space hulks as smaller crafts zipped around through the hail of gunfire and weapons batteries that were typical of many ork to imperial void battles.
"Ahh da smell of dakka." An ork grinned as he wound down the window to stick his head out. "Oi! Git ya got any moar Dakka?"
"Nah ya git, just splody shit." Another ork replied before their craft veered off to chase an imperial thunderbolt.
"Iz dat a hammah?" The ork asked bluntly as they looked up to see a blood ravens terminator standing on his craft with a thunder hammer in hand.
"The codex astartes calls this manuver steel rain." The marine riding his craft stated before bringing down the thunder hammer with a meaty crunch at the sound of a bell ringing.
"Captain Angelos, must you constantly do this?" A tech marine in blood ravens colors piloting a thunderhawk sighed as it flew in close enough for Angelos to literally backflip in terminator armor into the waiting transport bay. "AND BY THE EMPEROR STOP BREAKING THE LAWS OF PHYSICS!"
"Make me." The captain snorted.
"I'm so sick of this shit." The tech marine sighed in agitation as they began to make their way back to the flagship of the small blood ravens fleet. A small light blinked urgently on the dash of the controls making the pilot blink in surprise and turn the ship around, headed for the suprhase. "Captain, a priority one becon has just activated planet side, we are required to investigate."
[Opposite side of the planet, in orbit]
A mewling mass of madness and horror erupted into real space, spewing forth a quartet of dreadnought class ships and a single battle barge. Emblazened across its side, a trio of connected circles surrounded by what was a crude drawing of a fly.
Onboard the bridge of one of the dreadnoughts, this one covered in green ooze and rottings fangs stood a festering obese being too fat for their rotting armor to contain. Maggots and hook worms freely wondered across their body and worms crawled freely though their rotted yellow teeth.
"Prepare to make landfall." He weezed. "Away from the dogs of the corpse god."
"Of corse. My lord." A festering corpse hooked together with rusty chains and rods coughed violently as they toiled away at a flesh covered auspex screen.
"Good. When Typhus's daughter calls we shall answer and bring low her enemies with plague and beautiful rot." The man wheezed. "How goes the recruit?"
"One...second." a magot faced servant paused friefly to vomit up blood and pile before checking their own terminal. "They appear...to of turned the...nurglings... to ash." They wheezed.
"Hmm, strange." The obese being hummed as they rubbed their rusted metal fingers across their many greese stained chins which wobbled with the larvae of daemonic flies.
[Down bellow]
"No, I need more time. The device mustn't fall into their hands."
Banging and primal shrieking echoed through the locked room as a black haired man in ornate power armor with a robotic leg clutched a large series of gashes across their chest in pain. "This is Inquisitor Drogan, I don't have much time..."
[Within the eastern trenches]
"I think I just about lost my lunch." Aizawa gagged as the pillarstodes escorted him and his students through a mess of trenches towards a bunker. Dozens of dead guardsmen and orks littered each stretch of the trench in such a way that you physically couldn't avoid stepping on a corpse. It had been a hour since they last had contact with the rest of the class, he just hoped it was the same bunker they ended up in and that they were on the same planet to begin with.
"Not on my sexy buttox you shant." One of the pillarstodes scoffed. Aizawa had honestly given up on learning which was which, they all seemed to refer to eachother with the same 3 names interchangingly to mess with him.
"WAAAAAAGHHHH!"
"DOWN!" The purple plumed pillar stode barked as they unleashed a hail of fire upon the latest ork charge against their position. Soji and Sato had to physically carry Tokoyami and Ojiro after they got knocked out during the fall from the portal.
"Halt! Who goes...by the emperor." A man with an Australian accent awed as they rounded the corner clad in standard cadian armor emblazoned with XX on the right Brest.
"Oh hey a guardsmen that isn't dead." The black armoured pillarstode hummed in surprise.
"Commander Rimmeld Downsworth Under at your service." The man bowed, making the sign of the aquilla over his chest.
"Do you have medical supplies?" Aizawa asked.
"Uh no, not with me asides morphine." The man admitted before the sound of failing engines filled the air. "Oh emperor damned not again!" They groaned before pulling a bolt pistol and firing at a small approaching blur which quickly turned into a fireball which fell from the sky.
"Nice shot." Aizawa blinked.
"Thanks, can't shoot for shit unless it's against enemy air for some reason." The man admitted before looking past Aizawa at the students behind him. "Uh, are those mutants?"
"They're Sanctioned." The black armoured pillarstode stated.
"Uh, yes well whe-" was as far as they got before a bomb squig lept over the trench line and exploded them into a red mist.
"Crist sake!" Aizawa snapped reflexively.
"Damned squigs." The same man who just exploded grumbled as they walked around the corner. "I swear to the emperor I am so going to cram one of those up this warboss's ass, that is like the tenth one to kill me this past five fucking minutes alone. Where did my gun go?"
"Here." Aizawa grunted as he tossed the man his own mangled hand, still gripping the smoking barrel of the bolt pistol. "How are you still alive anyway?"
"Oh im a perpetual, the fucking Kriegers got jealous as hell when they found out I would be constantly dying, the weird shovel lovers." The commander huffed. "Anyway, there's like two other perpetuals in my platoon, one is the commissar and the other is the chef of all people. Yeah lived six hundred years and all they did was learn the best way to cook slop. Life wasted if you ask me."
End.
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